Tag: Flash Fiction Prompt

The Eye and The Dark (flash fiction)

by Stephen J Frankenberry8 Comments on The Eye and The Dark (flash fiction)

A new Flash Fiction prompt, this one from Dora at dVerse Poets, a one of 144 word max prose (not including the title) and a one, in this case, to include the line “Out of the ninth-month midnight” from Walt Whitman’s poem “Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking”.

The Eye and The Dark

It was time of festival, one last for the cycle, in preparation of another season of The Dark and death, things only living underground, ALL things, when the cycle’s end sweeps the surface clean with wind and freeze and The Eye turns away, but not of disdain they assure the children, and not of old frighting tales but of The Eye’s need to tend Eye otherwhere, other people’s maybe, in his vast dark but spark spotted sky.

“The Eye and those that have preceded have provided shelter for this season that comes Out of the Ninth-month midnight where me must to, after our grand revel day, and while away the cold and stark”

“But father, has no one ever ventured out during The Dark?”

“NEVER ask such questions son!”

The next, what only old time-keepers said was morning, the son could not be found.

Marge & Henry Geese (flash fiction)

by Stephen J Frankenberry12 Comments on Marge & Henry Geese (flash fiction)

A Prosery challenge at dVerse poets.

“… a very short piece of prose or flash fiction that tells a story … It can be in any genre of your choice, but it does have a limit of 144 words; an additional challenge is to hit 144 exactly. The special thing about Prosery is that we give you a complete line or two from a poem, which must be included somewhere in your story”

The line or two in this case?

“Something told the wild geese it was time to fly”

From Rachel Lyman Field and her “Something told the Wild Geese”

So to a little bit of fun then was my first thought, don’t know why, just was, a conversation.

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Marge & Henry Geese

“Marge, can ya high tail it please, gotta fly”

“Hold on Henry, where are the kids?”

“They’re not here, grown and flown Marge, you know that, with little geese of their own”

“You’re gonna make me cry Henry”

“Heck Marge, the only time you DON’T cry is when I DON’T bring up the kids and then you honk at me thinking I’m purposely leaving them out of flight out of mind right before you start to cry”

“But we’re running late, why? Usually we’re right there with our sense of time” Marge flapped a wingpoint towards that sign in the roost Something told the wild geese it was time to fly

“Things are getting warmer now, gets timing off. Now can we go … and leave the Honk Sweet Home sign. Wanna catch up to the kids right?”

“Really?!! Oh, I’m so gonna cry!”